Zxzxxz lyrics

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Lil Pump


(lil pump)
Pinkie ring froze, pinkie ring froze
Pinkie ring froze, pinkie ring froze
Pinkie ring covered in gold
Too much diamonds on my neck, think I might choke
Had a threesome with your b*tch with my eyes closed
Tell my side hoe bring it through the back door, oh!
I got eighty-thousand in my envelope, ouu
I just got a "Gucci Gang" medal though
Damn, I got some homies that went federal, ouu
Look at my two-tone Patek
I smash a hoe then forget
I got a fridge on my neck
I'm smokin' gas on a jet
Ouu, I love to flex
Ouu, blew out two million that Tootsie's, ayy
I made your auntie a groupie, ouu
And you know my life a movie, ayy
I got sticks like Call of Duty, ouu

(smoke purp)
b*tch, I'm with the robbers
Young handsome n*gga, I f*ck on your daughter
Drippin' with all of this water
VVS diamonds cost me 'bout a quarter
Bust down, yeah
Young rich n*gga, I really can't pipe down
Lil' b*tch really wanna pipe now
Boyfriend mad so I really wanna fight now
I don't give a f*ck though
Young n*gga hang with the cutthroats
Lil' b*tch pus*y, I'ma bust though
n*gga, touch me and I'm really from the bust though, hey
Ridin' round town with a thot b*tch
And I just really want the top, b*tch
Lil' Purpp really is on top, b*tch
Lil' Purpp turn it up a notch, b*tch
Yeah boy, I feel like Young Scooter
Yeah, f*ck that lil' b*tch, take a flight to Bermuda
She give me brain like a tutor, huh
f*ck that lil' b*tch, she ride me like a scooter
Lil' Purpp

(xxxtentacion)
n*gga wanna test me
n*ggas all ways playin
Might ass well be makin all this dope
Might ass well go
Just go super sayin
Why are these n*ggas my testers
These n*ggas are all ways investing
None of these n*ggas are investing
Might ass well run up
And try to get the best of em
Might as well get all this goup
Spending it in all of the shops
These n*ggas all are a pop
Might ass well go im getting the shot
Naa im just playing
Might as well go just go super sayin
Waving this money on the land
Might ass well go and leave where you stand
Uno dose today
Wating on the check
b*tches giving neck
Getting money check
Ok 1 2

(skimasktheslumgod)
You and yo'—, you and yo'—
You and yo' b*tch kinda resemble Billy and Mandy
My b*tch like Sandy
'Cause of the cheeks
Rode on my di*k and said "It was so dandy"
Yippee ki-yay
I heard Freddie don't f*ck with the feds
Yellow b*tches on me like Lemonhead
Run up my sack like Ed and Edd and Eddy
Red and black sweater like my name is Freddy
Color spaghetti
Eyes so messy, pea-coat khaki
Never lackin', keep that .30 in my jacket
Look at the diamonds, they on hush mode
'Cause I bought diamonds for they ex hoe
It be so clear and so see through
Like a n*gga lookin' through the peephole, uh
I just send them "XD rawr"
When I be texting your whore
Look at candy paint on car
It's brown like the Noah's Ark
Hit a stain like Mr. Clean
And put a n*gga on game like Atari
Know how a n*gga rockin' like guitar
What I'm smoking smellin' like a fart
Like Hercules, strong on these b*tches, they back on knees
Back in that b*tch like, "What's happening?"
Jump in that pus*y like trampoline
Made that pus*y sound like mac and cheese
When I hit it I'm just practicing
They be like, "Ski, you be snappening"
Teach me the ways of the saucin' king, hah?

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